Breaking The Dragon

You kept Daenerys on the platform for hours.

The army watched in shifts, torches replaced as they burned low. Melisandre’s magic kept the night unnaturally warm and the Dragon Queen’s body painfully sensitive. You used her without mercy and without end.

You switched between her cunt and ass with brutal precision. Long, punishing strokes that stretched her open again and again. Every time her moans grew too ****, every time her walls started fluttering with impending release, you pulled out completely and left her empty and twitching. Denied.

Daenerys broke first with words.

“P-please…” she gasped after the sixth denial, voice hoarse from screaming and gagging. Her silver hair was matted with sweat and spit, violet eyes glassy. “Let me cum… you bastard… I can’t—”

You spanked her raw ass hard, the crack echoing.

“You address your king properly,” you growled, slamming back into her gaping asshole in one vicious thrust. She wailed as you reamed her deep and fast, your heavy balls slapping her soaked cunt.

You edged her mercilessly for what felt like an eternity. Fucking her cunt until she sobbed with need, then switching to her ass and pounding her until her legs shook violently. You made her ride you while the crowd watched, forcing her to bounce on your thick cock while Melisandre held the chain attached to her collar. Every time she tried to grind down and take her pleasure, you lifted her up and denied her again.

By the third hour, the proud Dragon Queen was shattered.

Tears streamed freely down her face. Her once-defiant voice had been reduced to broken, whimpering pleas.

“Please… my king… I’ll do anything… just let me cum… I’m begging you…”

You finally pulled her off your cock and laid her on her back on the platform, legs spread obscenely wide. Her cunt was swollen, red, and dripping. Her asshole gaped openly, twitching and ruined. You knelt between her thighs and drove back into her pussy, folding her nearly in half as you loomed over her.

“Look at me,” you commanded.

Daenerys’s violet eyes met yours, utterly broken. No more fire. Only ****, humiliated need.

You fucked her with deep, grinding strokes, your pelvis rubbing relentlessly against her swollen clit. This time you didn’t stop. You pushed her harder, faster, chasing her release while chasing your own.

“Cum for your king, Daenerys. Cum on the cock that conquered you.”

She shattered with a scream that echoed across the entire camp. Her back arched violently off the platform as her cunt clamped down around you like a vice, spasming and gushing around your cock. The orgasm tore through her so hard her entire body convulsed. She squirted messily across your abdomen, thighs shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave ripped through her.

You didn’t stop. You fucked her straight through it, drawing out every last pulse until she was a sobbing, twitching wreck beneath you.

When you finally pulled out, her eyes were unfocused, lips parted, drooling slightly. The proud Mother of Dragons lay ruined in front of thousands - holes gaping, body marked with handprints and sweat, trembling with aftershocks.

You stood over her and fisted her silver hair, forcing her to look up at you.

“Say it,” you demanded.

Daenerys’s voice was barely a whisper, cracked and submissive.

“I… I belong to you… King Jon. The Dragon… submits.”

Melisandre’s crimson eyes glowed with triumph as she stepped forward and gently stroked Daenerys’s tear-stained cheek.

“Welcome to your new purpose, Your Grace,” the Red Woman purred. “There will be many more nights like this until your womb carries the true king’s heir.”

Daenerys didn’t resist when you dragged her limp, broken body off the platform and back toward the royal tent. The fire of conquest still burned in her eyes - but now it burned only for you.

The Dragon Queen had been broken.

And the Long Night marched ever closer to King’s Landing.